Mute/paused streets

Waiting on– inside the freckled white skin I hold

where every day somehow you show up

no park bench in the city or special physical spot

Doing the dishes with rubber gloves

Nails can’t get ruined she said

Bluesky rubber gloves

Still waiting– inside my own freckled thoughts

Mute/paused the streets I’m used to walking

no park bench in the city nor any physical spot

Doing the dishes with rubber gloves

Navy blue nails to keep sanity I’m sure

Bluesky rubber gloves

Waiting on– inside the skin of my own thoughts

where you might possibly show up

nowhere in the city nor special physical spot

 

 

 

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